Who - Jahcoozi

This is the part where I’m supposed to go

Big up myself and do my promo

While I, spittin' lines, I make the peace sign

Sayin', «Y'all how ya doin', y’all?

Feelin' fine!»

NO, I ain’t gonna do that shit!

Back-biting bitchiness, one-up-manship

Above in the helicopters they sit the haters like flies round a fresh pile of

shit

They all think I’m fly, but I think they’re shit

I could sell records just by touchin my clit

On the cover of my album while takin a shit

I’ll sell even more if I keep using the word «shit»!

Who’s more underground, who’s more down?

Who’s the original, original clown?

Who’s your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes

ring-ring?

Who’s more ghetto kid, who’s been crowned?

Who’s got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds?

Who’s that other one who really can’t sing, shouting, «Keep it real»

while you shake a ting-ting?

This is the part where I’m supposed to go

I’m sorry I left, I didn’t even let you know!

I could instead start to get into the flow

And like many others, give Great Britain a blow

Saturday night in England, on the telly, fucking Cilla

She’s so old, she’s still there, can’t believe that no one killed her

Drive-by shootings happenin every single day

But British dinosaurs like her, I guess they’re here to stay

Forever, forever, forever, forever

Who’s more underground, who’s more down?

Who’s the original, original clown?

Who’s your favorite puppet on a string, the tone on you phone when it goes

ring-ring?

Who’s more ghetto kid, who’s been crowned?

Who’s got the cheapest, the cheapest sounds?

Who’s that other one who really can’t sing, shouting, «Keep it real»

while you shake a ting-ting?